i hate how physical touch as a love language gets reduced to sex and kissing when it's more like... handholding, laying your head on their shoulder, putting your legs over their lap, tracing their palm, tucking your feet under their thighs. just touching for touching's sake.
you wake up to the sound of them panting, to the slow, filthy grind of their body against yours. their hands grip bruisingly at your hips, keeping you in place. "couldn't wait," they whine, voice low and raspy, entirely wrecked. "just needed to feel you. i'm sorry, i'm sorry."
lets me service her but starts to suffocate me with her body >
“What's the matter?” Light slaps, rough hair pulling to shake me up when I start to get slow and grab onto her as I run out of air, so I can focus and work harder and please her better and breathe her in.
you left the door unlocked on purpose wearing close to nothing to be fucked in your sleep and woken up stretched around my fingers go on and sleep some more if it hurts princess i'll be done soon
“how does this feel baby?”
“use your words sweetheart”
“i want to hear just how badly you need me”
“you look so pretty when you’re aching for me”
“you’re being such a good girl”
“you made such a lovely mess for me”
“let me clean you up and get you some water”